Don't run away

Chapter 73 The male majoring in fairy literature, the female supporting role 34
"Yes!"

Song Qingyu also nodded.

He is the male protagonist, so naturally he is making rapid progress, but if he robs him of the opportunity, he is still making rapid progress.

When encountering any difficulties, someone will come out to rescue him and let him out of the predicament.

This is unmatched by anyone, but is this golden finger really infinitely big?

From the moment I got the ring, the plot has been different.

The only similarity is that Long Aotian is the hero, he can always make a difference.

"But Long Aotian is powerful, you are not weak, Song Daoyou, and you will definitely defeat him in the future."

Yuwen Wuji still believed in Song Qingyu wholeheartedly.

Song Qingyu did not answer.

Although her ability at this time is stronger than Long Aotian, but Long Aotian is the male lead.

She can only wait and see the changes, Long Aotian's fate is decided by her.

The competition was carried out in full swing, Yuwen Wuji also went up to the competition several times, until he met Song Qingyu, he surrendered after two moves.

The final contestants are Song Qingyu and Long Aotian who are very vocal.

Long Aotian is a talented person from the heavens, and he is also a disciple of Luo Family Nascent Soul Da Neng.

As soon as he came, he stood on the stage, and he knew that he had a high status at a glance.

In contrast, Song Qingyu seemed so insignificant.

The golden dragon sword in Long Aotian's hand pointed directly at Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu just stood there, she was wearing a crimson dress, her jet-black hair was hanging behind her, and there was only a simple silver hairpin on her head, she was very neatly dressed.

Long Aotian looked at her and made a slight noise.

She seems to be her, and it seems not to be her.

It was the first time I saw her, her hair was full of pearls and emeralds, silk and satin, and she was followed by people rushing forward and back.

The chin is always raised high, and the bossy attitude is disgusting.

Song Qingyu stared at himself in a daze, without making a sound, just looking at the sword in his hand.

The whole body is golden, and on the ground of the handle, there is a high-spirited dragon head, with its mouth open, as if it is singing a dragon.

It looks mighty.

"Go ahead!"

Seeing him for a while, still staring at himself, Song Qingyu felt sick for no reason.

Are you not interested in yourself?Thinking of this possibility, Song Qingyu became restless.

At that moment, she gave a loud scolding.

At the beginning of one spell, one spell was thrown towards Long Aotian.

"Condensation technique? Could it be that she is a water spirit root?"

A middle-aged man standing behind Patriarch Tianyang said in a deep voice.

Patriarch Tianyang remained silent.

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Song Qingyu threw a golden blade at him.

"Golden Lingen..."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

After being stunned, he saw that there were other spells in Song Qingyu's hands non-stop.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth have all been used.

The middle-aged man had a look of contempt on his face at this time, "Old Ancestor, this girl is just a little higher in cultivation, but a miscellaneous spirit root of the five spirit roots, how can it compare to Aotian."

But before Patriarch Tianyang could speak, Song Qingyu swayed his fingers slightly, and a spinning wind ball began to form.

Those wind balls suddenly rose around Long Aotian.

Long Aotian gradually lost.

The Golden Dragon Sword in his hand uttered several moaning sounds incessantly.

His face was already pale, and it was obvious that his aura was insufficient.

Song Qingyu looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

With a slight lift of the finger, one by one, the small ice picks were mixed into the wind ball.

(End of this chapter)